Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me more

can’t reach it, because Roger shakes

hard on my shoulders. “I’m

okay but… Dominic” He

clearing

my head up to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name.

grave

like it drains from me.

look, to follow his gaze, and I see two

One covered in the

robes, the other…

in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now –

baby in my

my

it is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully

mouth

wide in shock and puts

But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift –

give me

every part of my poor motherly heart

within me screaming to hold him close, to never

go again…

more glance towards those forms in

child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

open in the forest and wince as

think, covering the top half of my

morning?

then I realize, quite

remember going to

up, wary,

even in

Inside at all…

all around the bright forest and down

over the crisp white

voice says, and I whip my head up

front of me. I blink, trying to clear

beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t

an angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe.

soft smile I expect,

she says, shaking her head and coming close to

and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep for

about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her

questions, except Dr. Hank says your

is fine. You’re just

at her. But she just smiles at me again

before sitting herself in my lap. My arms